1.15.2012

{me, taylor, and mayms}

Since I was a newcomer to skiing at the late age of fifteen, it's never really been my area of expertise. With that being said, I was surprised to find myself on the mountain just about every day, with the exception of one due to extreme temperatures and a snow storm. Though I can't say I conquered any double black diamond runs (or any blacks at all for that matter!), I did make my way down quite a few greens and blues with only a couple of tumbles the whole week. And in my book, that's quite a skiing success.

Finding a group of friends on your level is crucial to the art of skiing. Luckily, Merl and I were about on par with one another along with this group from day one:

me, Mayms, Merl, Anna and Taylor

And this one from day two:

Anna, Merl, Taylor, Laura, and me

{photo c/o Madison Deal}

Most of the boys were pro skiers, scaling down all the blacks with ease.

We ate lunch on the mountains every day, which is usually a total rip-off but also completely necessary after a day full of carrying around ski gear and racing down the mountain. We even took a guilt-free candy bar break during the first day to warm up indoors and refuel for later.

Laura and I about to get on the Colorado Super Lift up to Peak 8

We spent a good part of the first day on the bus before we finally got our bearings around the mountain.

By day two, we figured out we could ski in and ski out of our lodge.

The views were breathtaking and the snow was better than we had anticipated from all the rumors of icy slopes. But, I think we were all glad to stow away our puff daddy ski jackets for awhile and return to mild Texas weather. More on the remainder of the week's night life to come!

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